Adoore

“What the—Have you been crying?" Tohrment demanded. "Are you all right? Dear God, is it the baby?"
"Tohr, relax. I'm a female, I cry at matings. It's in the job description." There was the sound of a kiss.
"I just don't want anything to upset you, leelan."
'Then tell me the brothers are ready."
"We are."
"Good. I'll bring her out."
"Leelan ? "
"What?" There were low words spoken in their beautiful language.
"Yes, Tohr," Wellsie whispered. "And after two hundred years, I'd mate you again. In spite of the fact that you snore and you leave your weapons all over our bedroom.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“God, I miss you,” he said in a voice that cracked. “Every night. Every day…”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“If you really love her, Cratus, let her know it every day. And always put her before you and your wants just as you’ve done here today. Take it from someone who knows. Love lost is the hardest burden to shoulder, and it’s one you can never get under. (Artemis)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Dream Warrior

“I miss you.…” He stroked the indentation of the gown where her waist would have been—should have been. “I miss you so much.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn